Interlude: The Council Debates

A woman dressed up in fine clothes sighs as she rubs her temples, clearly exasperated. “Xana, I don’t think you understand,” she says, annoyance in her voice. “If you’re mistaken, the guest’s orders will destroy our traditional way of life.”

Xana is clearly unconvinced by this line of argument. “I understand that we are taking a risk here” she says, “but we simply don’t have a true choice, I can say that this guest could dominate us totally if he so much as lifted a finger.” She pauses for dramatic effect, soaking in the murmurs from the audience.

“That’s bullshit” comes a fiery voice, “the guest has no weapons. If he tried to dominate us against our will, we could defeat him.” Heads turn to look at the speaker, a tough-looking catgirl in a skimpy outfit and carrying a fierce sword.

Most of the audience is shushed at the catgirls words, her military bearing winning many ears over. Xana knows better however, her observant eye seeing past the woman’s armour.

She sees a taught, flat stomach just begging to be filled up with a litter of Alfred’s kittens, some cute, sensitive ears that need a master to play with them, bright, blue eyes that need something amazing to gaze at, and a bratty tail that needs to be pulled on to keep the above in line. If she so much as lifted a finger against Alfred, Xana had no doubt he would simply bend her over and fuck her until she was a mewling mess. In the interests of diplomacy, however, she keeps her mouth shut.

“I simply think the powers of the guest are too powerful for us to reliably say we can succeed, Nina” is the line she eventually settles on, attempting to undermine the warrior’s authority without being disrespectful.

“I don’t think things are that serious” comes the voice of a goblin woman, “just so long as we can get him paying for shit at the stores, things will continue as normal. He can’t be fucking us all all the time.”

“That’s fucking stupid!” comes a cry from somewhere in the room, and at that point, order in the meeting completely breaks down as people begin to shout at each other. For a while, it looks like any attempt at an agreement will be futile, before a sharp, soft voice echoes out across the room.

“Enough!” comes the authoritative cry, as an elven women dressed in religious garb stands up, her voice echoing. “Clearly, there is no hope of us reaching an agreement today.” A broad murmur of agreement travels along the grouping. “I say we put of this decision off for a while, till we can get a better stock of this Alfred’s character. Any objections?”

There are in fact many, but in the interests of reaching a compromise people keep them silent. Xana quietly fumes as she looks at the elf. “I could have convinced them if it weren’t for you, bitch” she thinks to herself, “those fat tits would make excellent toys for Alfred to play with.”

Her mood is improved as her thoughts turn to Alfred's cock. "It's probably already broken Dew into submission" she thinks, growing wet. "I can't wait to become his cockslave" her thoughts continue, as she tries to stop herself from openly drooling to her own fantasies.